The two men from the Azure Sky Sect glanced at the surrounding demons, their expressions remaining largely unchanged. Then, they coldly fixed their gazes on Long Aotian, Wu Qiankun, and Lin Yuetian.
"You have stolen the relics of the evil dragon, betrayed your sect, and fallen into demonic ways. Your crimes deserve death!"
"The sect leader, Zhao Kuo, said coldly. Standing next to him was Leng Xingyue."
They had a clear understanding of Long Aotian's whereabouts when he left the sect, but they didn't show themselves too early, hoping Lin Fan would cooperate to lure out the big fish.
As they expected, Wu Qiankun was a spy from the demonic path, which is why he handed over the rubbing of the sect's protective formation to Lin Fan.
"If you hadn't sided with Lin Fan and forced me into a corner, I wouldn't be like this," Long Aotian roared angrily.
Originally, the title of chief disciple of Youzhu Peak and the reputation of the sect's disciples all belonged to him. He hated Lin Fan, hated Leng Xingyue, and hated everyone in Qingxiao Sect. The killing intent in his heart had long been uncontrollable.
No matter how strong Zhao Kuo and Leng Xingyue are, they are ultimately only two Nascent Soul stage cultivators, while our side has seventeen powerful demons, which is overwhelming in number, so we are not afraid.
“Stubborn and unyielding, they deserve to be executed!” Zhao Kuo said coldly, showing zero tolerance for evil and heretical doctrines.
"Lin Fan, these three wicked men are yours."
The demon sneered and tried to activate the formation, but found that the formation they had set up had lost its connection. Just a moment ago, it could still sense its fluctuations, but now it had disappeared without a trace.
"Even without the formation, killing you would be as easy as killing ants!" the demon sneered.
Seventeen powerful individuals against two opponents—this is a decisive advantage, they have no chance of losing.
Zhao Kuo sneered, and two great formations appeared: a trapping formation and a killing formation, both exuding powerful fluctuations, like an indestructible barrier.
The trapping formation doesn't need anyone to maintain it; they only need to operate the killing formation to exorcise demons. With two major formations in hand, and the trapping formation having the ability to suppress, this is the confidence that the two of them dare to face seventeen powerful demons.
The black mist fluctuated violently, and the demons seemed shocked as well. They had not noticed the spiritual energy fluctuations of the two people's formations, which meant that the two formations had been set up beforehand.
When they set up their formation in the Ice Valley, they didn't even notice the Qingxiao Sect's formation, meaning they were doing all this right under the Qingxiao Sect's nose.
No wonder their formation failed; the reason is now clear. If they were to show their faces, they would probably be furious, feeling as uncomfortable as if they had swallowed a fly.
Their every move was being manipulated under the watchful eye of the Qingxiao Sect; it was a disgrace to the demonic path.
"Hmph, the gap in strength cannot be bridged by formations."
The demons began to disperse and form a battle formation, with seventeen powerful demonic energies roaring and howling like vengeful ghosts.
Seventeen black beams of light shot into the sky, forming an array to counter the killing formation of the Qingxiao Sect.
Lin Fan twisted his neck, his face smiling, but the killing intent in his eyes was already showing.
"Leave Long Aotian to me."
After saying that, he picked up Xiaobai by the scruff of its neck, ignored its protests, and threw it to Chu Yunying. Her cultivation level was relatively low here, so with Xiaobai's help, there shouldn't be any problems.
He glanced at the sect leader and Leng Xingyue, who were confronting the demon, but didn't pay much attention. With the Qingxiao Sect's killing formation and demon-dissolving powder, they should be able to control the enemy.
"Long Aotian, do you dare to fight?" He charged toward the sky, his voice booming like thunder, full of vigor.
"Why wouldn't I dare? Today I will cut you down with my sword!" Long Aotian soared into the air, confronting Lin Fan.
With the Evil Dragon Relic strengthening his physical body, his cultivation level skyrocketed, and he seemed to have inexhaustible power. This restored his confidence, and naturally, he wanted to fight Lin Fan again.
At this moment, he was completely fused with the evil dragon relic, his soul connected to the relic. As long as it remained undamaged, it would be difficult for anyone to kill him.
The Evil Dragon Relic emerged from his mind, surging with boundless demonic energy. Its shape changed, transforming into a black longsword under a dazzling light.
It has a unique feature: it can transform into any weapon the host desires.
Lin Fan was unfazed and immediately unleashed a Dragon Soul Sword Qi. The powerful spiritual energy spread out, and in an instant, the sword intent enveloped the heavens and earth, causing snow to fly and leaving behind sword marks.
Long Aotian narrowed his eyes, sensing an invisible force fluctuating in the surrounding space, as if its sharp edge was about to be revealed. His expression slowly turned solemn.
He had already experienced this terrifying sword intent before; last time, he hadn't taken it seriously enough and suffered a loss as a result.
He won't make the same mistake twice.
He gently raised his black sword, its tip swirling with a strange black light. The moment the dragon soul sword energy struck, the black light twisted like a vortex, tearing through space and neutralizing the sword energy.
Upon seeing the longsword transformed from the Evil Dragon Relic possess such extraordinary abilities, Long Aotian was first astonished, then overjoyed.
The two moved simultaneously, and the clash of their weapons unleashed a terrifying sword aura that spread as an invisible wave of energy.
Their movements were swift and their attacks were extremely fast. Every move they made was aimed at the opponent's vital points, showing no mercy whatsoever.
"Hahaha, Lin Fan, you're nothing special." Long Aotian's sword swings became faster and faster, and his laughter grew increasingly arrogant.
He instantly unleashed hundreds of sword energies, which densely attacked.
Lin Fan swung his sword, which condensed into the shape of a dragon, swirling and churning. The powerful spiritual energy surged and crushed the air as it hurtled towards Long Aotian.
Long Aotian retreated several feet, and at the same time unleashed a sword aura that condensed into a black dragon shape and rushed out quickly. The two dragon-shaped sword auras collided and burst out with colorful light.
His figure transformed into a streak of black light, vanishing from the spot, and instantly reformed in front of Lin Fan, thrusting his sword forward with incredible speed, leaving behind a myriad of sword shadows.
If it weren't for his keen senses, he would probably have already met his demise.
Lin Fan leaped back lightly, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
However, Long Aotian was even faster. After being enhanced by the power of the Evil Dragon Relic, both his strength and speed reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.
He gripped his longsword tightly and pierced through Lin Fan's chest. The smug smile on his face froze, his eyes glazed over, and a sense of unease crept into his heart.
Lin Fan's figure vanished, leaving only an afterimage. Because he was moving so fast, the afterimage remained in place, simply moving backward.
A cold glint came from behind, and Lin Fan appeared behind him, gripping the Immortal Execution Sword and thrusting forward.
At the critical moment, Long Aotian unleashed an unprecedented extreme speed, leaping forward in an attempt to evade the attack.
Seeing this, Lin Fan slightly changed the direction of his wrist, his divine sense tightly locking onto Long Aotian's aura, and the Zhuxian Sword pierced into the latter's buttocks.
In an instant, blood splattered, chrysanthemums burst across the mountain, and Long Aotian's pants were stained red with blood. He swung his black sword and slashed backward.
Lin Fan leaned back slightly to dodge the sword peak, then raised his foot to kick Long Aotian away.
As the Zhuxian Sword was pulled out, blood gushed out as if it were free. Long Aotian screamed and his body tumbled more than ten times in mid-air before he finally managed to regain his balance.
Seeing Lin Fan charging towards him with his sword, he quickly created some distance and watched the latter warily.
"You've broken through to the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage, but it seems like there hasn't been much change." Lin Fan disdainfully thwarted his resolve.
Long Aotian's face was ashen. He reached down and touched his pants, his hand covered in blood. He felt a cold sensation in his buttocks, accompanied by excruciating pain, as if they were being torn apart. It was extremely uncomfortable.
"Lin Fan, I will tear you to pieces!" he roared angrily, his eyes reflecting a dark and cold mist, his heart filled with resentment.
At this moment, he was losing his mind, his hair disheveled, his face contorted, like a madman.
"Right now you're like a clown, all you can do is rage impotently!"
Lin Fan said calmly. He had figured out Long Aotian's methods and strength. If this was all he was capable of, it would be unexpected, because he was weaker than he had imagined.
"I don't want to play with you anymore, it's over!"
He was about to unleash his full power. Although Long Aotian was a minor realm higher than him and had been strengthened by the Evil Dragon Relic, he felt somewhat at his wit's end.
call out
A loud dragon roared, and a faint dragon shadow appeared on Lin Fan's body. The air exploded where he had just been standing, but he disappeared without a trace.
"Triple Dragon Power!"
He appeared beside Long Aotian and unleashed a sharp sword aura. The sword intent flowed, and blood seeped from Long Aotian's face, which turned red.
He dodged in horror, but the sword energy slashed across his neck, leaving a wide sword mark on the distant snow wall.
Long Aotian felt a cool sensation on his neck, and blood seeped from his skin, causing a sharp, piercing pain.
However, before he could catch his breath, three dragon-shaped sword energies attacked from different directions, their oppressive aura spreading as they surged, their sword energies crisscrossing.
He swung his sword to defend himself, erecting a protective barrier. However, the three dragon-shaped sword energies were extremely powerful, and their violent force slammed him into the ground, sending up snowflakes dozens of feet high.
The nearby monsters were also affected; blood splattered instantly, and many monsters were severed from their bodies, cut into pieces by the sword energy...
"Is this all he's capable of? He's been hiding it all along!"
Wu Qiankun was engaged in a fierce battle with Murong Xuanqiu and Chu Yunying. Although he was facing two exceptionally beautiful women, he was not at a disadvantage.
His aura was very strong, at the fourth level of the Nascent Soul stage. He had been hiding his strength all along. If Murong Xuanqiu hadn't made a breakthrough, the two women might not have been able to force him to reveal his true power.
Lin Yuetian was in a rather disheveled state, chased and bitten by Xiaobai, her body covered in bloody claw marks, her clothes tattered, and her effeminate face disfigured.
Little White is very domineering; its claws are sharp, and its physique is strong. Lingbao was unable to harm it in the slightest.
It swung its claw fiercely, and Lin Yuetian felt as if he had eaten shit. The terrifying force made his arm go numb, and he almost couldn't hold his sword. If this continued, he would be beaten until he lost control of his bladder and bowels.
When Wu Qiankun saw Long Aotian being blasted down, his expression changed slightly. Lin Fan's strength far exceeded his expectations. He originally thought that no matter how heaven-defying the latter was, he was at most at the third level of the Nascent Soul stage.
However, the strength that Lin Fan is currently displaying is probably no weaker than that of a peak Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
He was anxious and wanted to go to help, but Murong Xuanqiu did not give him the chance. Several sword lights flashed by, like a dream, leaving three afterimages.
Her Illusion Moon Sword Technique had been honed to perfection, forcing Wu Qiankun to dodge in a sorry state.
Chu Yunying continuously wielded the Phoenix Spirit Sword Technique, unleashing waves of phoenix spirits that soared through the air as she fiercely charged towards Wu Qiankun.
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